~ For my friend

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To taste forbidden fruit
is my tongue’s desire
such sweet, supple flesh
lights my loins on fire
I will search and seek,
hunt through every mire,
until that thorn-ed fruit
I, at last, acquire

just something i jotted down on lunch at work. i appreciate that its not like my normal stuff, but fuck it, its my page. anyways, trying not to burn myself out like i did for almost 2 years. i will try to post with some semblance of regularity, but it probably will rarely be those long story-poems or the hyper gruesome ones. probably just little snippets like this or random depressing pieces.

Wrote this on acid the other week. Nothing special, but I don’t write much these days, and rarely write political stuff, so I figured I may as well post it

Acid Reign

On a night, cold and crisp,
my town did catch on fire,
and if I told you I was fine,
my friend, I’d be a liar
my house burned down, to the ground,
and oh, woe was me
and with the ember’s crackling sound
three witches – could it be?
their hair was wispy, wired knots,
their voices bred desire
no wonder was it blessed to me
that priests burned them in fire
their skin, so coarse, yet silken soft
enticed my every breath
yet hallow was the air inhaled
that reeked of rotting flesh
and on that night, cold as death,
my hollow world imploded
politicians, suited rats
fellate the banks – deep throated
and of this night, what did I learn
to call a leaking pen?
nothing, my dear, for this world
is just Lord Satan’s den
and it seems the time does end
for my life and poem,
my child, I’m running out of paper,
soot where once was loam
and for my last words, to you, I say,
please, don’t let me down
this world is turning quite to shit
thanks to the orange-haired clown.

i havent had the ability to access my internet in my apartment for like 3 fucking months. anyways, i didnt write much in that time due to an extended bought of depression that i guess im still technically in. if anyone still reads my stuff, hope this was worth the wait, although i doubt it. either way, i enjoyed it. just a time killer at work

I chanced to meet a faery,
with vibrant, emerald skin
my heart, that long grew cold,
now warmed me from within
her hair glistened at sunset,
matched by her ruby lips
her skin: so silken soft,
now graced my finger tips

I used to beg of Life
to just let me decay
yet when she steps in sight,
there, I pray she’ll stay
now, I beg of Life
to grant me one more breath,
a chance to see her face
before my date with Death.

wrote this for my friend when she was having a very bad day. not really my style and i rarely write these days, so i hope its tolerable.

I lost myself in Eisenkor
amidst the city slums
I spent a few too many nights
with drunks, whores, and bums
I threw away all my hopes,
my dreams, and aspirations
my forearms quickly scarred from needles
and self-mutilation
the gravel roads consumed my blood,
my tears, puke, and piss
and evermore, with passing time
did normal feel like this
with nights so cold and days alone,
I just wanted to die
what once brought me great pleasure,
grew dull, even while high

I grew used to the idea
that my life was over
I made a few horrid mistakes
and smoked my four-leaf clover
I shared some passing pleasantries
with the other scum
but always, oh so quickly,
to my demons, I’d succumb
I ripped out all my hair,
a feigned guise of control,
to never have a nightmare,
my sleepless eyes turned coal

I spent a few months in the slums,
a stranger to myself,
each night, piss drunk on ogre sweat
and thrice, I raped an elf
how did my life turn to this hell?
I asked, aloud, in vain
I did it to myself
through hatred and disdain

One night, I truly had enough
so I slit my own throat
and when Death came to greet me,
he only cared to gloat
rhythmically, ol’ Death did mock me
and it seemed with ease
green maggots feasted on his eyes,
his odor made me freeze
his fleshless hand reached out to me,
I’ve prayed for Death’s embrace,
yet when I grasped his hand,
he just laughed in my face
he said that I already died,
at least, to the world,
I lost myself in Eisenkor,
so to hell, I was hurled

As my soul swam in fire
I felt I was home
finally, my heart at ease,
here, where demons roam
I even found a few old friends
from my time alive
and if I could be born again,
in hell, I’d still arrive
my life was one of constant error,
anger, vice, and sin
yet here, in this hell,
I’ve finally found my kin.

found this unfinished on the back of some old paperwork, so i finished it. i dont remember writing the top 2/3s, but hey, i figured if it came back to me, it was time to finish it and start writing again. also, still havent really figured out a title, so i figured id just give the narrator a random name and title it that way because tragedy. either way, hope i didnt fuck it up too much

There’s a beast inside of me
that longs to fuck the dead
I call it my subconscious,
at least, alone in bed
I’m not sure where I’m going
with this life or poem
soon, they will both end,
and probably lackluster

I drank the tainted water
at least, that’s what I thought
I thought I’d finally die,
and here, I’d finally rot
but when I drank that water,
poisoned, it was not
somehow, I stayed alive,
my death forever sought.

As each day’s weight is mounting,
my world begins to crumble
and on a savior, I’m counting,
whose hands forever fumble
it’s not that life’s grown cruel,
for it’s always been
I’m now a bitter fool
devoured by my sin

shit fucking howdy, its been a while. really rough and probably has some grammatical errors, but heres hoping its tolerable

I’ve lost my pen for poetry
and my tongue for wit
when I think of life,
I’m truly sick of it
I beg the sky for death
and wonder when I’ll end
will I be a martyr,
or just, to hell, descend?
I’d rather die in vain
than live this life of pain
please, won’t someone kill me,
so I may live again?

I once walked with white magick
and spelled it with a “k”
and something I find tragic
is that I lost my way
it’s easy to blame sorrow
for my blackened path
as the power I would borrow
filled me with hate and wrath
but it was my weak mind
that led my heart astray
I elected to go blind
to keep myself at bay.

This is something I whipped up this morning since I wasn’t able to sleep last night. Kinda started it in my head around 5am. It’s been humid as fuck here, and that’s not ok. Anyway, I was actually contemplating submitting this to a poetry contest since a good deal of my stuff is quite graphic, vulgar, or depressing (my take, at least) and I guess some people need to be eased into that. Either that or doing a touch up on Hymns of the Harbinger, since I’ve won a contest with that before as well. Some parts are a little clunky, I pretty much change something with that almost every time I read it. If you are actually reading this, and read that piece, please, for the love of all that is unholy, give me some fucking opinions jesus fucking shitting dick nipples.

Anyway, thanks for baring with me all this time. This piece gave me a little bit of trouble, but I am assuming that’s from allowing myself to fall out of practice. Figured I’d post a pic of the piece since I never post pictures with my stuff. If you are wondering why I am actually using capital letters in this message, it’s because I’m using ms word at work and it auto-caps. I am almost stubborn enough to turn every capital letter into a lowercase letter. Stay weird.

I’ve lost so many friends
to the demons of addiction
and like a battered wife,
I live for my affliction
I’m now more than dependent,
it started just for fun
I thought the pleasure innocent,
’til the demons finally won.

Forever, I am wasting
my life and time away
I’d sell my very soul
for some joy today
my pleasures have turned dull,
and my woes routine
I hope that someday soon
existence will end scene.

have 2 unfinished pieces from a few weeks ago on my desk. they were coming along well but i lost the wind. i’ll try and get them finished and up here. thanks for sticking with me being MIA all the time